Ashley's pov
"You're late." Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and radiated upward into my cheeks.
I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was right, I was exactly five minutes late.
I move my eyes away from the clock to scan around the class. Everyone's eyes were on me, studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would give.
But I didn't have any, somehow my brain seemed to not function properly this early. Or it was probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body.
"Sorry, it won't happen again sir." I said softly, closing the wooden door behind me.
"Just get to your partner and start working." He huffs, leaning back on the leather se
